Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Technova. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.